Dyssia has had the idea explained to her on the way both on the way here and again in the locker room, but it still boggles the mind. An entire planet! Like, seventy to ninety to some-odd-big-percentage [i]covered[/i] in water, and--

And this is the place! This is the place that all the life on Mars came from! With the tentacles and the sharks and the fish and the [i]crabs[/i] so tiny you'd barely be able to compare them to a proper battlecrabs--

And it's [i]poisoned![/i] Poisoned to the degree that even a small body of natural water that's safe is… It's the first thing that's made her even [i]slightly[/i] uncomfortable here, and she can't let it stay like--

She pauses in the middle of taking off and neatly folding her towel next to the spring's edge to give the question its due consideration. Hold on, Miss--Missus?--Mizz Spikes, she's not ignoring you, you see, but it's very important that this question and--

Oooooooh gosh this water, yes this water, she's gonna [i]melt[/i] in this water--

--Get the proper pondering it's due.

She lies back, head on the edge of the pool, arms spread, and considers sinking underneath the water until all the problems go away. But, alas, she [i]has[/i] promised an answer. Well, no she hasn't, hasn't said much to this point, but she's been [i]asked[/i] one, and being rude in someone else's hot springs is simply unthinkable.

"I've seen things screwed up, uh, worse? If that's any consolation?"